Quotes from Judith Arnold

Jamie was an amazing catch—or at least he would be, if he hadn't done whatever he'd done to wind up with a daughter.

And here I thought you were open-minded." "I'm not," she said

Feature for feature, he wasn't exactly movie-star handsome. Yet he appealed to her in ways she wasn't used to.

Suddenly she was ravenous—but not for soup or shrimp risotto or anything else on the overpriced menu. She was hungry for...things. Acts. Human contact.

When a father loved his daughter, his arms were always open, always strong, always ready for her.

He'd thought diapers were bad. The barfing was arguably worse. Maybe it was an early warning sign of alcoholism: the girl would chugalug an entire bottle at one sitting, and then she'd hurl—and then she'd pass out.

I've set the vast majority of my books in New England because that's where I live. I love this part of the country the gentle hills, the lush forests, the cycles of the seasons, the ocean, the quiet lakes and rivers that spread across the region. And, then of course, there's that Yankee spirit, which is a combination of optimism and responsibility, rugged individualism and a strong sense of community. I consider myself and my characters very lucky to live in New England.

That baby is small,' observed the bald guy, who sat to the right of Jamie. He nodded, thinking, small but lethal.

Normal, perhaps, but disgusting. He'd thought diapers were bad. The barfing was arguably worse. Maybe it was an early warning sign of alcoholism: the girl would chugalug an entire bottle at one sitting, and then she'd hurl—and then she'd pass out.

it occurred to him that having a newborn ought to qualify a person as handicapped. He

When she wasn't leaking from one end, she was leaking from the other spewing white fluids from her mouth whenever she belched, as if she were auditioning for a remake of The Exorcist.

Peter said, his voice as dry as burnt toast. "Can we leave?"  Of course they couldn't leave. Not before she'd crossed the room, planted herself in front

has traveled to Brogan's Point for the occasion. But Cory's and Talia's plans—and their emotions—are thrown into turmoil when they hear the Magic Jukebox play "Moondance." Can a single song make them

of the air-conditioned Faulk Street Tavern. It's there that high school teacher Meredith Benoit finds him. Due to a silly prank, her job and her reputation are in jeopardy. She needs a lawyer, fast. But the Magic

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He was afraid to pick up the baby. If he touched it, it might bond with him or something. Or he might leave fingerprints all over it.

So she'll cry. And then she'll stop crying. Babies don't have many ways to express themselves. They cry because they don't know how to say, 'Stop it!' or 'I want it!' or 'That seat isn't as comfortable as your arms.

I'd kill for a cup of coffee." "They'll probably give us coffee if we give them money. No bloodshed necessary," he said

She should forget about his performance in school and concentrate on his performance as an escort, a host, a man.

sorry, Mr. McCoy," Sara Doolan sing-songed, sounding not the least bit sorry. "But, see, I broke curfew last night and my mom says I'm grounded tonight? Like, my boyfriend's car broke down and we couldn't get home? And now my mom's so pissed off? And she's grounded me?

the past two weeks. It

The man is a syndicated columnist. He's got to be rolling in dough.

anxiety, new fathers were a thousand times worse. Anything that didn't go by the book threw them into a tizzy. Being informed that there was no book threw them into an even bigger tizzy. Allison was the hospital's expert on new fathers. She had a genuine talent for un-tizzy-ing them. "Hi," she said gently. "This is Allison Winslow. What can

He wasn't the best looking man she'd ever met. It was just